Incarnate

In the cycle of lives, in the wheel of fate, We tread our paths, our deeds dictate, For in Hindu belief, karma reigns supreme, Guiding our souls like a timeless stream. Incarnate souls, in myriad forms, From human realms to animal norms, Each birth a step, a karmic dance, A chance to learn, to evolve, to advance. Perhaps I'll be born a cow in India's embrace, Where reverence and freedom find their place, To roam the streets, untouchable, revered, In service to humanity, no shadow feared. Or maybe a monkey, agile and free, In lands where trees whisper secrets to me, To frolic and play, with food in hand, A life of joy in nature's grandstand. Yet amidst these choices, a deeper call, To devote my karma, to stand tall, To help my fellow beings in need, To nurture the earth, to plant the seed. For in this devotion, in this selfless deed, Lies the path to Nirvana, the soul's true need, To transcend the cycle, the incarnate plight, And merge with the divine, in eternal light.